Anne Judy Godwin Poem II odd times like the way a sunbeam hits a car’s chrome I remember Anne “Judy” Godwin who I met Ocean City, MD, 1961 the evening ocean graying and then the color deepening with the sky’s […]

Anne Judy Godwin Poem II odd times like the way a sunbeam hits a car’s chrome I remember Anne “Judy” Godwin who I met Ocean City, MD, 1961 the evening ocean graying and then the color deepening with the sky’s […]

i am a broken
plastic superhero
i was so captain america
but the orgies of tornadoes
and the prophecies
from the underground shelters
have disintegrated my shield
no one wants to reach out
give
it is all take
the

fire engines
whistles-lights-bells
flashing red all over the night trip
to rescue
dampen
contain
this combustible fallen world
this collapsed house of human endeavor
this baying at the moon
so much loss
grief cannot contain
the emptiness
bursting
exploding
in the widow
the widower
the

Saturday
You will hold a candle,
Protect the flame with your palm.
Some will carry signs,
“Stand For Peace”;
There will be song.
I will search for my heart
In my cluttered room,
Windows closed, blinds drawn.
I

10 p.m.
Emeryville, California
Amtrak Station
the city of Oz across the bay
but why pass up a cab
you have money
enough money
and there is always plastic
to stretch
your buying clout
why pass up a cab
and